The next few weeks were a whirlwind of emotions. Roger and I started going to counseling, trying to rebuild the trust and communication we had lost.
It wasn’t easy. There were days I felt hopeful, and on some days, I wanted to give up. But the thought of our daughters kept me going.
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One evening, after a particularly tough session, Roger and I sat in the car in silence.
“Do you think this is working?” I asked quietly.
“I don’t know. But we owe it to the girls to try,” he replied, reaching over to squeeze my hand.
A month into counseling, we decided to tell our daughters about our efforts.
“Girls, your Dad and I have been talking. We’re trying to work things out,” I said cautiously, watching their faces light up.
“Really? Does that mean you’re getting back together?!” Casey chirped eagerly.
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“We’re not making any promises, but we’re trying,” Roger confirmed.
The girls hugged us tightly, and I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, we could make this work.
